Want to know something?
I’m pretty horrible at cooking. Like really, really bad.
(I’ve got the charbroiled pieces of apple pie still in my oven to prove it. Side note – must clean oven….or not…maybe retire from cooking altogether.)
So when my church family offered to bring us meals after Porter was born, I GLADLY accepted.
There’s just something so special about a friend bringing over a meal – feels like all is right in the world. Sweet fellowship and food mixed together into a blessing. I just love it. And as bad as I am at cooking, I always try to return the favor when a friend needs a meal. Receive a blessing by BEING a blessing – it’s the best feeling. Here’s just a short sampling of the meals we’ve received in the past two weeks – I haven’t cooked a single meal since we’ve been home from the hospital (!!!). Again…so blessed!
QUESTION: Have you ever brought a friend a meal?? Received a meal?